“What does it mean?” is a continuing series where we ask a blogger how they brought meaning into their wedding. Today we are honored to hear from Koseli Cummings and her husband, Keenan. Koseli is the blogger of Original Archivingand is a contributor to Design Mom. Her husband, Keenan, is a graphic designer. They are based out of Brooklyn, NY.

We were just children, really. In our early 20s and madly in love. It’s six years later and I still remember how peaceful and excited I felt that day, as I got ready and drove downtown with my parents. I was chatty and bubbly—not really the picture of a flustered bridezilla. But that peace and cozy feeling wasn’t something new with Keenan. He’d felt like home since our first conversation. Marrying Keenan will always be the best decision I’ve ever made.

To make our big day extra meaningful, we surrounded ourselves with “our people”. Family, relatives, and long-time friends that believed in us and loved us. They were all there, tearing up and laughing at all the lame jokes at our wedding luncheon. Two of my sister-in-laws sang a beautiful duet, I danced with my Dad, and then he handed me over to Keenan. It was so sweet.

A week after our honeymoon, we had a backyard reception at my in-law’s beautiful home in Southern California. Though my dress barely fit from all the cruise food, we were relaxed and happy to spend all night talking about the future and eating good food. The next morning, we moved to New York City to start our next grand adventure.

As far as the extras, my husband designed our monogram for our wedding invitation and I hand-sewed each one. Honestly, it was a terrible idea. I’m a horrible crafter and we later agreed that we had no idea what we were thinking when we made that plan. Also, there was a spelling mistake in half of our invitations! So embarrassing. But they were merry mishaps and even at the time, hardly seemed to matter. All we wanted was to be together.